Friday, March 28, 2014

What writer hasn’t realized that she returns to the past with a
force greater than anything the present can provide? Having lived her life so
fully through the body of the child, of youth, the writer spends the rest of
her days attempting to recapture the pleasure of memory, the power and
physicality of our childhood memory—a place freed of the language of time and
full with rapture. This overpowering sense of the world becomes the chimera and
the muse through which we live more fully. We turn from our words, fulfilled,
and again take up the world with joy, with glee, a white sail cutting across
the sea of time.

About Me

I once heard a poet speak of the mouth of the river -- a place I sensed was full and rushing with both glee and the sorrow that makes us seek higher thought through which we might be sustained in this wilderness of passing through. Welcome. Please write me here often.
I am a writer, teacher, and mother living in Vermont.